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That one day, Ronan was going to fuck me until I was one very sore and sorry little girl, and today was that day.

There would be no fighting it.

It was simply going to happen.

“Please,” I whimpered, the word muffled around his cock.

“Please what?” he asked, his tone edged with a mix of amusement and impatience.

“Please fuck my pussy,” I whispered, the slurred syllables slipping past my lips before I could stop them. My words were barely intelligible.

He pulled out of my mouth, a smirk on his face as he reached down and gripped my wrist.

“On your feet,” he said, leaving no room for argument.

I stood up, my legs trembling, and he wasted no time wrapping an arm around my waist and hauling me against him. His lips crashed down on mine, his tongue sliding past my lips and plunging into my mouth. He kissed me like he owned me, like he was staking his claim, and all I could do was melt into him, powerless against the heat of his embrace.

His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve, his touch sending a thrill racing through me.

When he finally pulled away, he left me breathless.

“Bend over the couch and show me that sweet little pussy,” he purred, his voice coming out with a rough growl.

I didn’t say anything.

Didn’t have the courage to say no.

Not that it would have mattered anyway.

I walked over to the couch and did as he told me. His strong hand pressed between my shoulder blades, pushing me down, and I gasped, the sudden change in position catching me off guard. He stepped closer, his body looming over me, and I couldfeel the heat radiating from him, the intensity of his presence almost overwhelming.

His cock grazed against my pussy, blazing hot and heavy. I gasped, the heat of it taking me by surprise even though I knew it was coming.

“Please be gentle,” I found myself begging.

“No, love. That’s not what you need,” he replied and then the head of his cock was at my entrance.

He was so big. This was going to hurt.

Without warning, he slammed into me with a single thrust.

I screamed, the sudden intrusion stretching me beyond what should have been possible. The pain was sharp, intense, and I gripped the couch cushions, my fingers digging into the soft fabric as he bottomed out inside me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “You feel so fucking good.”

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could only focus on the feeling of his cock buried deep inside me. My body struggled to accommodate him, and I cried out loud again as he started to thrust in and out of my pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet, love,” he grunted, his voice rough and thick with desire. “I knew you’d be like this. I knew you’d take my cock like such a good girl.”

I whimpered, unable to form any coherent words as he pumped his hips, his cock plunging deeper with every stroke.

“You’re going to come for me,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Over and over again until I finish using this beautiful body for as long as I see fit.”

“Ronan,” I breathed.

“Stop fighting me and just come all over my cock, love,” he demanded, and my body practically leapt to obey him.

Pleasure coursed through me, hot and fast, and I screamed, my orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave. My body clenched around him, my pussy fluttering as I shuddered against him. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, his pace quickening as he chased his own release.

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